Shit, where are my fingers?

shit, where are my fingers?

Well, sweety, you got frostbite taking pictures in Highgate cemetery on a very cold day and they fell off. Something similar nearly happened to Neha.

neha's nikon

Luckily her new DSLR is centrally heated so her extremities were saved. Amazing what technology can do nowadays isn’t it. The things they think of.*

I was fine because I was wearing my wrist-warmers. (More about the trip tomorrow later today, I hope.)

* See Stephen Fry’s review of compact cameras to find out some genuine ridiculous innovations in the optical field.

3 Replies to “Shit, where are my fingers?”

  1. I want one of those “dead” ones for my tombstone. Succinct and to the point. The buck stops here :->

  2. But as a Buddhist don’t you believe that it doesn’t? Perhaps “moved on” might be more appropriate.

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